Shel Silverstein

(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois)

Shel Silverstein Poems

201. For Sale 4/7/2010
202. The Little Boy And The Old Man 4/7/2010
203. Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda 4/7/2010
204. Peanut-Butter Sandwich 4/7/2010
205. Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out 4/7/2010
206. Judy 4/7/2010
207. Colors 4/6/2010
208. 100,000 Pennies 4/6/2010
209. Messy Room 4/7/2010
210. Enter This Deserted House 1/1/2004
211. All The Time In The World 4/6/2010
212. Snowball 4/7/2010
213. Batty 4/6/2010
214. Bear In There 4/6/2010
215. Ations 4/6/2010
216. Boa Constrictor 4/6/2010
217. Smart 4/7/2010
218. 25 Minutes To Go 4/6/2010
219. Crowded Tub 1/1/2004
220. A Light In The Attic 4/6/2010
221. The Giving Tree 4/7/2010
222. A Boy Named Sue 4/6/2010
223. Hug O'War 1/1/2004
224. Where The Sidewalk Ends 4/7/2010

Comments about Shel Silverstein

  • LovedayJackson Jackson (4/25/2015 5:32:00 AM)

    Wow! Such a huge fan of Shel! I have read most of his books and my favourite one is the Giving Tree

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  • John Brown (7/28/2014 1:20:00 AM)

    i really like his poems there funny but make you think

  • Goldheart Bird (8/21/2013 10:18:00 AM)

    I love his poems! I never read his books before though I might check some out at the libarie!

  • Artemis Gutierrez (9/10/2012 7:45:00 PM)

    I love you his poems! He's Awesome! I read almost all of his poem books. I'm his #1 fan.

  • Jessica Gaudette (12/17/2011 2:46:00 PM)

    I agree. My brother, dad and I used to buy his books for my moms birthday, which is the day after Christmas, and she has memorized so many of his poems! I recently found one we hadn't seen before, and it's waiting all wrapped up for her birthday!

  • Rimjhim Singh (9/2/2011 1:27:00 PM)

    shel silverstein= <3
    his poems coloured my childhood.

Best Poem of Shel Silverstein

Where The Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and ...

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25 Minutes To Go

They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.

And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.

Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.

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